Things have been slow. Last Thursday I wrote 10 pages – fanfic, of all things. I haven’t written junk like that since I was a freshman in high school. Argh. But the scene played itself out in my head during lunch, and I tweaked it and made the smallest of reminder notes during the afternoon at work… and when I got home the bad prose poured forth with very little hesitation. I think I may have discovered the secret to Nanowrimo. Similar tactics got me two pages yesterday – on the real book, this time.